BOLO NÁ
KÁR PARE EI ABHIMÁN
MRIG NAYANÁ BOLO NÁ BOLO NÁ
RAKTIM ADHARE NÁHI GÁN
BOLO NÁ
KÁR PARE EI ABHIMÁN
ALAKE DÁO NI SHWET KUNDERI PHUL
SHRUTI PATE DOLÁO NI KARABI DODUL DUL
KABARITE BÁNDHO NI MÁLIKÁ ATUL
MUKH CANDRIMÁ KENO MLÁN
BOLO NÁ
KÁR PARE EI ABHIMÁN
BOLO NÁ
KÁR PARE EI ABHIMÁN
KON SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK ESE CHILO
NIMEŚE TOMÁRE BHÁLOBESE CALE GIYE CHILO
DÚRE THEKE SHUDHU MRIDU HÁSI HESE CHILO
NIYE GECHE TAVA MAN PRÁŃ
BOLO NÁ
KÁR PARE EI ABHIMÁN
BOLO NÁ
KÁR PARE EI ABHIMÁN
O beautiful-eyed one,
what for are you displeased with me?
Tell me.
Why is there no song on your coloured lips?
Why have you not put on white fragrant bela flowers on your tuft?
You have not put on earrings either.
You have not tied your chignon with excellent flowers.
Your moon-like face remains dull.
Which unknown traveler came
and, after displaying momentary love,
went away?
After taking your mind and stamina,
He left,
and is now mischievously smiling from a distance.